"Verbage"

From where on EARTH did this word come?
This is NOT a word, yet I have heard 4 people use it in 2 days.
It makes my skin crawl when people say it.
People use it in serious conversation. If you are speaking seriously, it seems to me that you should make an effort to speak correctly. I can understand an occasional mispronunciation in colloquial conversation with friends, but saying it during a meeting is just silly.

My best guess is that people are just too lazy to say "Verbiage". The extra syllable is just too much effort needed to pronounce a word.

Perhaps they have heard the word "Wordage" and just figured they wanted to make "Verbiage" symmetrical with it since people seem to think it has the same meaning.
(It doesn't, by the way.)

Sometimes I think I should have been an etymologist or a lexicographer.

You know what upsets me the most, though? Merriam Webster... my favorite dictionary.... has actually made an effort towards making this a word. I have not yet seen it in other dictionaries, but Merriam Webster has ADDED a second possible pronunciation which essentially makes the "i" in Verbiage irrelevant. They have made it acceptable to pronounce it with two syllables. The word is still spelled with three syllables, but the middle syllable is not pronounced on the additional pronunciation option. MW... you have lost some points in my book.

Since they have done this, it is probably only a matter of time before they just drop the "i" and convert "Verbiage" to an archaic form.

Grrr....
Now, I suppose I should do something productive.

Profanity Ensues

There was a time when I would not think about uttering any word that society deems as "profane". It actually was not too terribly long ago.
That has been changing recently.
I have used language recently without even thinking about it.
I think I am just getting highly desensitized to the language.

I realized it was getting pretty bad when I used that fantastic four-letter word beginning with an "F".

I do not feel too terribly about it because I was quoting something...
but it is still not me...
or it at least doesn't really FEEL like me.

I feel weird.

Sunday the Third?

Ok...
Today when I got to work, one of my coworkers mentioned something about when Comedy Central played Groundhog Day several times in a row. I remembered this, because I saw the second half of the movie, then watched the first half. I also remember this occurring on a Saturday, the Saturday after Groundhog Day. Then I realized that the day in question was Saturday the Third.

The first thing I thought of was one of my posts last night when I posted that something had happened on "Sunday the Third". I knew I would need to correct it, but I then decided to just post about it.

One of my main concerns was that I wanted to figure out how I could have gotten the date wrong. I looked at the calendar on my computer again. Sure enough, there was a "3" right there in the spot that I remembered seeing when I made the post.

Then it dawned on me....
It appears as though I have hit a point where I am getting used to the Turkish calendar on my phone. It uses a MTWTFSS approach as opposed to a SMTWTFS approach. So... seeing the "3" under the far right "S" made me think that was Sunday. I suppose I should have caught on to the fact that "3" and "11" are 8 days apart.

Oh well.
That's my mind for ya. It is leaving me more and more quickly each day.

Long Live Sunday the Fourth!

So long, blog.

The Molly Ringwalds

I totally forgot to post about the Molly Ringwalds.
But... before I do...
I just recently discovered that this is the most popular entry on my blog.
On to business...

Saturday night I went to see the Molly Ringwalds at Soul Kitchen. They were fantastic.
Though, the evening was not all good.
I got to Soul Kitchen about 10 to 10. The concert was advertised to begin at 10. I knew it would probably run a bit later than that, but I still felt like getting there early for it.

When I got there, they were not even letting people into the concert area yet. So... I got a drink and panned around for anyone I might know. I knew no one.
I stood around for a while. The room started getting packed.
Then, finally, around 11ish, they let everyone into the back.

I had long since depleted my drink, so I figured it was time to get a new one. I then scouted around for a comfortable spot from which to watch the concert. I found one, and I stood there, waiting for the concert to start. I kept looking around to see if there was anyone I knew, but no luck.

Then... it happened.
Some drunk, lonely, desperate, obese, grotesque, older woman set her sites on me. Despite me giving her the coldest shoulder I think I have ever given anyone, she kept coming back. Every 5-10 minutes she just kept coming over to hit on me. She tried getting me to buy her drinks, she tried getting me to dance with her, she tried leaning on me. She grabbed my hands and told me "I'm your dream" while trying to pull me away from my little spot. Every time she tried pulling me away, I repelled, and I went back to my little spot.

She was relentless. I did not understand it. A couple of times she even walked away saying "f@#k off". The first time this happened, I thought it was finally over. I was wrong. It seemed she was just walking around the room and coming back to me... as if I thought she was someone else. Every time she tried talking to me, I just stared straight at the screens that were playing a Molly Ringwalds Southern Comfort ad over and over. Luckily, the drunk woman was too drunk to notice it was the same thing over and over. I was worried she would get pissed that I was more interested in the screen than her, and start some sort of scene.

Finally, around 12ish, the concert started. The intro was fantastic. About 5 minutes into the concert, SHE returned again. Luckily, the music was so loud, it was very very easy to ignore her.

She stayed away for most of the concert. I was happy.

The music was splendid, and the performance was spectacular.
They had a lot of energy, considering that they had played a concert earlier that day in Louisiana.

Hurrah for the Molly Ringwalds!

Monday the 12th

Forgive me, blog. It has been 12 days since my last post.

It has been an odd time for me.
I suppose I could start with Sunday the Third. I woke up and got ready to head to mass.
As I was getting ready, I felt something on my face. When I touched it, it felt wet. I figured I must not have dried my hair well when I got out of the shower. Though, when I looked at my hand, it was red.

I went through the week thinking I had a mystery gash on the side of my face. I had no clue where it had come from. I did not remember hitting my head, getting stabbed, or getting shot.

Occasionally, if I accidentally scratched it, it would start to bleed again. I would place pressure on it for a while until it would "stop" bleeding.

Sunday the 11th:
I am not exactly sure what I did, but I aggravated the wound. I could not stop the bleeding for half an hour, so I placed some gauze on it and secured it to my head with some tied handkerchiefs. I left those there for several hours. When I removed it, the wound was still bleeding.

I told my friend about it. She is studying to be a doctor. She asked me to come over, so she could check it out. She seemed a little confused by the wound. From her reaction it seemed that she had never seen such a wound. She tried bandaging it, but the bandage had to be large if it was going to stick. They did not stick to hair well. This plan made it nearly impossible for me to wear my glasses comfortably.

So... she asked for permission to shave the area. So, a small patch of my hair got shaved away. This made the wound much more visible. It is just a small hole. Supposedly it is a hole about 2mm in diameter. This was slightly disturbing. Not only did I have an unexplained hole in my head... but worse... this hole will not stop bleeding.

She was prepared to sew it up for me, but she was concerned over not seeing anything like it before. She bandaged me up and told me I should see my doctor. I made an appointment this morning. Tomorrow I shall get my head checked out. My friend mentioned that my doctor would probably wind up sealing the wound by burning it with a bit of silver nitrate. I am not sure how I feel about that.

Well... I suppose I shall end this post now.
So long, blog.